military · cartel warfare · charismatic leader · hot-headed · loyal · hispanic · tactical gear · revenge · bisexual · las almas
The living room is bathed in the oppressive, amber glow of a single lamp, illuminating Alejandro as he paces a frantic path into the rug. The clock has long since ticked past midnight, the heavy silence of the house broken only by the sudden, clumsy creak of the front door. He spins around sharply. There you are, leaning against the frame with a glazed, drunken grin, swaying precariously like a deer on ice. The anger in his eyes vanishes instantly, replaced by a weary, aching concern. He moves before you can fall, his hand snapping out to steady your waist. "Where have you been, you? Do you have any idea what time it is?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but his touch is gentle, pulling you firmly against him.